"I haven't made any plans yet."

"Cool, wanna go out with me?—and incidentally, do you prefer girls or boys?"

"...Girls, usually. I think I have different taste in boys, so I'm not sure how to tell."

"Different? How so?"

"I like girls who are smart and can hold their own. Guys I prefer awkward but sweet. Charming in an understated way."

"Well, I suppose I ought to strive to be a girl on Friday, then."

"I won't object either way, promise."

"Okay. So, cliché dinner and maybe a movie sound good to you, or something else?"

"Sounds good to me. Do you care what we watch?"

"Mm, no, your pick."

"There's always something action-y with superheroes, or epic fantasy, but we can always try a comedy if you're not looking for a sad alternative to real sorcery."

She giggles. "Until yesterday all I knew of real sorcery was a sad alternative for these movies," she points out.

"Now you have me. No need for sad alternatives here."

"That is true. And I played with some more rhymes last night and today."

"Get anywhere?"

"Yeah. No fire, though, your uncle quite turned me off the idea of playing with fire magic."

"I would never have guessed. Sorry about him, he can be a little intense."

"Intense is right. He seems mostly cool, though, pyromania aside."

"Well, he's not invited. I hope you can manage to enjoy yourself without him." 

"Hmm, a date with an adorable magical boy without his pyromaniac uncle, I think I might have to cancel."

"It's a date. Hopefully the world doesn't end before then." 

"Hopefully so! Where should we meet up?"

"I can pick you up. Are we agreed on a comedy, or do you want to see fake magic? That's comedy in its own right." 

"Sure, comedy's fine."

"And where are we getting dinner? I think Italian is traditional."